#Argenti Fanfiction

[trailblazethegalaxy]

Space Patisserie ~ *Argenti*

Summary: Argenti is on the hunt for the perfect baguette in the galaxy. It isn't until he stumbles upon your little bakery that he finds exactly what he's looking for... plus more...

Pairing: Argenti X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 710

Warning: A little OOC? IDK this is my first time writing for him and I feel I got his character wrong...

Masterlist

In Argenti's mind, it's very hard to find a good baguette in the galaxy. His usual bakery had been out of business for the past five years and he hadn't been able to find another that could replicate the taste since. So you can imagine his surprise when he found a little patisserie in practically the middle of nowhere while his ship was getting serviced.

As his spaceship got looked at, he decided to spend some time in the patisserie. It was elegantly decorated in beautiful pastels. The inside smelled heavenly. An assortment of cakes, pies, and other baked goods were exquisitely displayed in the large display cabinet that spanned the length of the shop. Everything looked too beautiful to eat. Argenti couldn't help but smile. He had a good feeling about this place. Perhaps this will be the place that replaces his bakery that shutdown so long ago.

As he perused the assortment of delicacies, he failed to see the baker of the shop slip out of the kitchen to restock. She jolted a little at the sight of him before smiling.

"Hello sir. Welcome to Patisserie Galaxie. Can I interest you in any of our fine selection of baked goods today?"

Argenti glanced up at her and froze for a split second. Despite the streak of flour on her cheek and the dusting in her hair, she looked absolutely exquisite. With her pastel pink uniform, she looked as lovely as the baked treats she made. And she seemed just as sweet.

"You wouldn't happen to make baguettes, would you?" He asked. Patisseries weren't usually known for having bread products. But perhaps this place would be the exception.

She pursed her lips before giving a small nod. "We do, but let me make sure I have some left in stock. Bread goes fast around here considering it lasts longer on ships."

He can't help but chuckle and nod. "You are correct. But perhaps I'll snag a sweet treat on my way out."

She flashes him a sweet smile and he can feel his heart flutter beneath all of his armor. She truly was like all the sweet delicacies she crafted. He couldn't help but become instantly charmed by her. She was a true delight.

Eventually she returned with two baguettes all wrapped up. "You're in luck. I have a few loaves left over from this morning. They should still be fresh. If you'd like, I can throw some of our fruit spreads in, free of charge."

"Oh no, I couldn't. If I'm going to take something from you, I'm going to pay for it." He explained. He then glanced down at the display cases. "But I was wondering, do you have a suggestion as to what a person like me should take as a sweet treat?"

"Let me think." She mumbled under your breath. She looked through all of the treats she made throughout the day, trying to select the perfect one. 

As she explained certain creations to him, Argenti tried to pay attention. However he found himself increasingly drawn to her eyes and her lips. She was a walking vision and she was so eloquent in her speaking. How could he not be attracted to such beauty?

"But I think, out of everything I make here, I think this one will strike your fancy." She pulled out an apple tart, about the size of a small lunch plate. All of the apple slices were arranged to look like a rose. It was perfect.

He nodded. "Yes, I'll take it. Thank you."

She beckoned him to the cash register before she bagged and calculated all of his purchases. When she was done and he had paid the correct amount of credits, plus a little extra as a tip, she bid him goodbye.

"I'll be sure to visit again soon." He assured her.

She flashed another one of her bright smiles, and it felt like he was about to develop a cavity from her sugary sweetness. "I look forward to your next visit, sir."

"Argenti, please."

She nodded. "Yes, of course, Argenti."

He swears he could've died hearing her say his name. "Until we meet again, my dear."

"Good luck and don't stay away too long."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

[cupidkyu]

✧ﾟ･: A GOOD PET,OR A DISOBEDIENT ONE? which does he prefer?

REQUESTED

a/n: kinda disappeared srry guys 🧍🏻I promise I will try 2 make moree,,but yea an anonymous requested me with genshin/star rail men. . . but u can imagine it with any charc u like

sub!gn!reader x dom!male!charc

OBEDIENT . men who likes it when you're behaving right, being the good boy/girl you are. constantly praising and just slamming into your sweet spot as a reward. don't fight back, don't backtalk,all of that will just get you in trouble! he doesn't wanna punish a sweet thing like you. the way you clench around his cock when he's deep inside you, intertwining fingers with him.

your thighs are trembling and he's cooeing sweetly to you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears,you know he loves how angelic you look,he just can't resist you. you just lay there and take it like the good cockwhore you were for him,and just for him.

“you take me in so well, darling.. just a little more, yeah? you can? hngh—.. wouldn't wanna waste a single drop of you.”

jingyuan,cyno, neuvillette,heizou, aether,dan heng,boothill,,jiaoqiu,welt, zhongli,scaramouche,ayato,your faves

DIRTY BITCH . men who likes it when you're being bratty,who likes it when you're whining and complaining about him not giving you attention. he'd pretend to get annoyed and sigh at your dumb rambling. you're tugging on his sleeve as an attempt for him to shift his focus towards you,but he doesn't budge,no he doesn't. he wants you to act more and more disobedient so when he finally snaps,he can take it all out on you.

he's purposefully ignoring that specific spot, watching you struggle and insulting him. telling him to hurry up already. but once he does? oh dear..he's going crazy,fucking you like there's no tomorrow. he's looking down at you,his nails digging deep into your hips, reducing you to a whimpering and messy slut. your eyes roll back at the pace he's going,your waist,shoulders, anywhere he can get his mouth on bruised with hickies,he's smug about it too.

“whats wrong,baby? I know you can take it. for me,okay? mhmm..~ you feel so warm around me,you're so pathetic..”

tighnari,blade,wanderer, childe, venti,pantalone,kinich,wriothesley,your faves

[genshinluvr]

Disaster in Penacony

Pairings: Various Honkai Star Rail Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You and the Astral Crew (minus Nanook) go to Penacony! Things end up not going well on your end and a mysterious blond man (who works for the IPC) oh so generously offers you his hotel room! Little did you know, you won't have the best experience in Penacony as a newcomer.

Note: I haven't played HSR's story quests in a long time (I'm still in Penacony), so this fic is most likely awful. I will not continue writing any HSR fanfics until I am fully caught up with the game itself. Newer fics will be shorter since it's been a little over a year since I have written or posted any fanfics— baby steps. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: I'm not caught up with HSR, so this fic is most likely ass. Possible mischaracterization of the newer characters 😞

Word Count: 5.2k

You cling tightly to March’s arms as you and the rest of the Astral Express crew enter The Reverie in Penacony. While the hotel is beautiful, the multiple stories make you feel nauseous. You did not know that the hotel has so many floors. Some areas of the hotel don’t have any railing— or at least one high enough to prevent people from falling.

“Are you alright? You don’t look too good, [Y/N],” March says, walking farther into The Reverie Hotel.

You shake your head, shutting your eyes tightly. You’re not enjoying the fact that you’re somewhere really high up. March sighs sympathetically, rubbing your back as she guides you to where the others are standing. Mr. Yang and Himeko are talking to the lobby manager to check everyone in the hotel and make sure the information provided is correct. 

March pats your back, “[Y/N], look! We’re safe away from the edge! There is a stable ground, and everyone is safe and sound!” 

You peek from March’s shoulder, eyeing your surroundings warily. Dan Heng and Caelus walk over to you and March, looking at you worriedly. You didn’t stop clinging to March’s arm since arriving at the hotel lobby, refusing to let go of her arms. While you can cling to Dan Heng or Caelus, you opted for March because she was the closest person to you when the Astral Express arrived at Penacony. March guides you over to an empty chair in the hotel lobby and sits you down.

Dan Heng and Caelus stand before you, making sure to shield your view of the precarious drop of The Reverie Hotel. After what feels like forever, you finally release March’s arm and bury your face into your knees. Caelus sighs, patting your head while you try to collect yourself. You’re not a fan of heights, not even a bit. Sure, you go on rollercoaster rides from time to time, but this is different. 

While drowning in fear and misery, you hear footsteps approaching over to where you, March, Dan Heng, and Caelus are standing and sitting. You peek from your knees and stare at the ground, seeing familiar pairs of shoes come into your line of sight.

Mr. Yang sighs, “How is [Y/N] doing?” he asks.

“It's the same as before. They refuse to look up and have been attached by the hip with March since our arrival at The Reverie Hotel,” Caelus replies. “It’s a miracle March can drag them to this spot without them dying on the spot.”

Himeko giggles, walks over to where you’re sitting, and kneels before you, rubbing the back of your head. “You poor thing. Do you think you’ll be able to go to our hotel room once we have officially checked into the hotel?”

You peek up at Himeko, nodding. “Yeah! I can try! But I can’t promise anything, Himeko. Why does this hotel have so many floors?” You whisper.

Before Himeko can say anything, Dennis, the hotel lobby manager, approaches your group with a sheet of paper in his hand. “Mr. Welt Yang and Miss Himeko?” Dennis asks, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Everyone looks at each other, confused and worried, before Himeko and Mr. Yang walk over to the lobby manager. After giving yourself an internal pep talk, you let out a long sigh before standing up. March gasps softly, covering her mouth with her hand as she watches you. Dan Heng rolls his eyes at March’s reaction while Caelus shakes his head, chuckling under his breath.

“What’s with the reaction, March?” Caelus asks, lightly tapping March upside her head. 

March grumbles and glares at Caelus while rubbing the back of her head. “Hey! Watch the hair! You’re so annoying, Caelus!” March stands up and brushes the dust off her clothes. “How are you feeling, [Y/N]? Still as anxious as ever?” 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. There’s no use in freaking out over heights— you and everyone else are already at the hotel lobby, and everyone is going to their rooms soon. Once you arrive at your room, you should be fine and dandy! Then, you can shower and nap before being dragged who knows where. 

You smile at March, though it ends up being a grimace, “I’m okay for now, March. I just wish that Nanook was here with us.”

While everyone on the Astral Express is currently at Penacony, Nanook, unfortunately, cannot join you and the rest of the Astral crew. Why? Nanook said something about having to deal with an unspecified situation and didn’t want you to get involved. You’re grateful that Nanook didn’t want you to get involved, but you’re disappointed he’s missing out on being at an interesting place like Penacony. However, what Nanook’s definitely not missing out on was this damn hotel because why the hell does it have so many stories?

“It’s okay! Sometimes, you and Nanook need to be away from each other! It’s good for couples to take a break from seeing each other if they spend waaaaay too much time together!” March says, patting your back.

Dan Heng coughs and clears his throat. “They’re not dating, March. Just because they spend time together does not mean something is going on between them.” Dan Heng looks mildly miffed— almost like he wants to smack March for saying that out loud.

March raises her eyebrows at Dan Heng. “Oh, really? Then how come I heard them—” 

“March!!” You screech, lunging towards the girl and covering her mouth with both your hands while she struggles against your grasp. You smile at Dan Heng and Caelus awkwardly. You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel March lick your hand, trying to get you to release her. But you continue to cover her mouth while Dan Heng sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose while Caelus stares at you two in horror.

“Please behave in public, you two. Other guests of The Reverie Hotel are staring at us,” Dan Heng mutters, looking around the hotel as if he doesn’t know you and March.

You grunt and release March from your grasp after she elbows you in the gut. You wipe your hand on your pants and glare at March, who sticks her tongue out at you with a shit-eating grin. You grumble to yourself before looking over at Mr. Yang and Himeko. Himeko gestures for your group to walk over, but the look on her face makes you not want to go over there.

March leans over to you, “Are we in trouble?” She whispers.

You shrug and approach Himeko anyway, with Dan Heng, Caelus, and March following close behind. As you approach where Himeko, Dennis, the lobby manager, and Mr. Yang, you realize they’re in an almost heated discussion. Mr. Yang looks unhappy, almost stressed. You and the trio behind you trade glances with each other.

Dan Heng clears his throat, grabbing their attention, “Is there a problem?”

Dennis laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes and no, but I’ll leave that to Mr. Yang and Miss Himeko to answer your questions,” Dennis says, taking a step back and gesturing to Mr. Yang and Himeko.

Everyone looks at Mr. Yang and Himeko anxiously. Caelus and March look at one another, knowing what’s about to come. It happened the first time they went to Penacony, and it’s most likely happening again, but this time, you and Dan Heng are present. 

Mr. Yang sighs, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Himeko places a hand on Mr. Yang’s shoulders and smiles at him as if she’s telling him that she’s going to be the one to tell you, March, Dan Heng, and Caelus what has happened. Although Mr. Yang is grateful for Himeko's wanting to explain the situation, he rejects the offer and gives the four of you a rundown of the situation.

Apparently, your information did not register in The Reverie Hotel’s system— like how it happened with Caelus in the past when they went to Penacony the first time. It’s strange how the same situation is being repeated, but this time, it’s happening to you. 

Dan Heng furrows his eyebrows, crosses his arms over his chest, and looks at Dennis. “Is it possible to book [Y/N] a spare hotel room in The Reverie Hotel?”

“No, it won’t be possible because all of the hotel rooms are completely booked,” Dennis replies, fumbling with his hands anxiously. “I apologize, but I have thoroughly checked the hotel’s system for Mx. [Y/N]’s information, and I cannot find anything in the system.”

You press your lips into a thin line before sighing in defeat. Perhaps this is your sign to return to the Astral Express. After all, you’re not fond of the design of the hotel. It’s beautiful, but the precarious heights make you feel queasy, and you don’t know how much longer you can stay in the lobby without spiraling. Plus, you miss your cabin and Nanook. 

You smile at Dennis and wave him off, “Oh, don’t feel bad! This is probably a sign for me to return to the Astral Express while everyone else stays and enjoys Penacony!” You’re getting ready to walk away from the group, but Caelus places both hands on your shoulders and drags you back to where you’re standing.

“I’m sure we can work something out,” Mr. Yang says, nodding.

You nearly deflate at his response. It’s not like you didn’t want to stay in Penacony and enjoy a new environment! You don’t want to stay in The Reverie Hotel. You pucker your lips and nod, letting the group figure out another way to let you stay at the hotel. You sit on the arm rest of the couch in the lobby, staring at the red carpet of the hotel, zoning out.

A laugh captures your attention, making you look up to see a blond man approach you. He looks dazzling, almost luxurious. He takes his sunglasses off and lets them hang from his shirt. The blond man stops before your group, crossing his arms across his chest, and gazes at everyone with mirth. 

“Ah, so we’re having the same issues as last time, I see,” the blond man chuckles, shaking his head. “My, my, who do I have to give my room to this time?” He strokes his chin as his magenta and cyan eyes scan the group.

You freeze in your spot when you two lock eyes. For a split second, the blond man’s expression quickly changes before returning to the typical smugness he displayed earlier. Before he can say anything, a man and woman stand beside him. The new guests (?) have wings for ears… do they have ears? You slowly tilt to the side, trying to see if they have ears, but the man with grayish-blue hair narrows his eyes at you.

“Aventurine, Sunday, and Robin. What a pleasant surprise to see you three again!” Himeko says, smiling at the trio. 

Caelus leans to Dan Heng and March, “Is it really a pleasant surprise to see them? I mean, Robin, it’s good to see her again, but the other two?” Caelus mutters.

The blond man (Aventurine?) strides toward the nervous lobby manager, pulling him over to the desk while the grayish-blue-haired man and periwinkle-haired girl remain with your group. You can’t help but get this unsettling feeling in your gut. You squirm in your spot before getting up from the armrest and waddling over to where Mr. Yang is standing.

“What’s the matter?” Mr. Yang murmurs as you stand behind him and Himeko.

You shake your head, grabbing onto the back of his coat and looping your arm around Himeko’s arm. The man and woman stare at you— one being out of curiosity and the other being unreadable. The longer the grayish-blue-haired man stares at you, the more the unsettling feeling creeps over you. You can’t put your finger on it, but there’s something off about him. Other than the fact that he’s incredibly attractive, the angel wings for ears (does he have ears?) give him an illusion in a way— If that makes sense.

The periwinkle-haired girl approaches you, Mr. Yang, and Himeko. The gentle smile of hers puts you at ease, but the feeling is short lived when the grayish-blue-haired man stands beside her. The girl peeks from between Himeko and Mr. Yang, waving at you with the same sweet and gentle smile. Aeons, you can’t help but feel like a child meeting strangers for the first time.

“Hello! I’m Robin, and this,” she gestures to the stoic man beside her, “is Sunday, my brother! I see that you’re new to Penacony!” Robin looks ecstatic.

You nervously smile at Robin, debating whether you should come out from behind Mr. Yang and Himeko. “Hello, Robin and Sunday! It’s nice to meet you both! Please excuse me for my strange behavior. As you said earlier, I am new to Penacony and feeling overwhelmed.”

Robin’s eyes widen, giving you a sympathetic look. “Are you alright? I understand this is a new environment for you and all, but are you alright?” She takes a step closer.

The scary yet beautiful man beside Robin— his name is Sunday, holds his arm out in front of his sister, stopping her in her tracks. Robin looks at Sunday curiously as he continues to stare you down, almost as if he’s trying to read every part of you. From your facial expression to your body language— heck, maybe he’s trying to read your mind, too! Wait, can Sunday read your mind? He can’t, right?

Robin clears her throat, trying to grab Sunday’s attention. “Is there something wrong?”

Sunday lowers his arm and glances at Robin from the corner of his eyes before flashing a calm smile in your direction. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, and you can’t help but feel that he doesn’t necessarily like you. Maybe it’s all in your head, but who knows? “There’s no issue, dear sister. Although, I do not want you to startle our new guest here. They look overwhelmed,” Sunday says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Robin gives you another sympathetic smile before watching you get whisked away by Dan Heng and Caelus. While the trio (March, Caelus, and Dan Heng) are keeping you distracted from your fear of heights and the two good looking siblings, Mr. Yang and Himeko talk to Aventurine and Dennis a little longer. Robin and Sunday keep to themselves, occasionally talking with one another while not-so-subtly looking in your direction. 

After thirty minutes, Aventurine struts towards your group with a smug smile. “Due to a system error, I have decided to give you my hotel room,” Aventurine says, propping his hands on his hips while looking at you with his magenta-cyan eyes. “Come, come! I’ll show you where the room is!” Aventurine turns around and starts walking, gesturing for you to follow him. 

Aventurine graciously gives you a short tour around The Reverie Hotel. It’s beautiful, and you’re relieved that you didn’t have to be in an area where you’re very aware of the number of stories the hotel has. Walking past the VIP lounge, you can’t help but feel out of place, but you ignore the feeling and continue to follow after Aventurine with the others.

Needless to say, the hotel room is something you didn’t expect. There’s no bed, and there are more couches than beds. There is a seashell-looking bathtub—what is that, really? It’s filled with blue liquid, and bubbles are floating to the top. You turn to Aventurine, confused as hell. Aventurine chuckles and starts to explain everything to you and how things work in Penacony. Aside from the seashell bed bathtub thing, there’s no bathroom.

“— Does that make sense, Mx. [Y/N]?” Aventurine asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You blink and clear your throat, nodding. “Yes, Mr. Aventurine.”

Aventurine smiles, shaking his head. “There’s no need to call me Mr. Aventurine. Mx. [Y/N]. Aventurine is just fine. We are friends, correct?” He raises his eyebrows at you, the corner of his lips curving into a tiny smirk.

“If that’s the case, then there’s no need for you to call me Mx. [Y/N], Aventurine.”

Aventurine throws his head back, laughing. Your face warms the more he laughs and pats your shoulder. Dan Heng, March, and Caelus look at Aventurine with an indescribable look. They look like they’re judging the blond man. What’s his job occupation again? He’s part of the IPC, correct? Should you even trust Aventurine..?

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to tend to. [Y/N], I hope you enjoy your stay at The Reverie Hotel and look forward to seeing you in the Dreamscape.” Aventurine winks at you before exiting the hotel room.

The Dreamscape, huh? One by one, each person leaves your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sit at the edge of the tub (what is that thing, though? It’s not a bed, that’s for sure) and stare at the glowing blue liquid. So, this thing is supposed to transport you to Dreamscape? It won’t hurt to try it out, right?

You dip your feet into the glowing tub before slowly submerging yourself. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to soothe your racing thoughts and heart. You slowly lose consciousness, drifting off to Dreamscape.

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“We’ve been here for who knows how long, and there are still no signs of [Y/N]. Are you sure they’re in Dreamscape?” March demands, crossing her arms over her chest. “They’re not picking up my phone calls or text messages!”

Himeko places her hand on March’s shoulders, “I’m sure [Y/N] is in Dreamscape. After all, it’s quite large, and [Y/N] is probably exploring around.”

Before March can respond, she sees Welt, Dan Heng, and Caelus approach her and Himeko with new guests. March does a double-take and points at the new guests. Since when did someone contact these men? Unfortunately for you, Nanook isn’t with the group. “Poor [Y/N]... they’re going to be so disappointed that Nanook isn’t in Dreamscape with us. Can Aeons enter the Dreamscape?”

“Why did you bring an army of men to search for [Y/N]?” March huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jing Yuan chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s good to see you again, March 7th. We were informed about [Y/N]’s sudden disappearance. How can we sit by and do nothing?” Jing Yuan asks, crossing his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at the pink-haired girl. 

The bustling city of Golden Hour is loud enough to deafen anyone who speaks. So, to be able to hear each other, Welt suggests going elsewhere to speak on the situation. Blade grumbles and glares at the person who bumps into him. The person stumbles out an apology before scurrying away.

Gepard clears his throat. “I can see why the assumption of [Y/N] getting lost is possible. Penacony is huge and lively.”

“Hey, this may sound like a craaaaazy concept, but why not stop by their hotel room at The Reverie Hotel before, I don’t know, check Dreamscape?” Sampo asks, brushing his fringe away from his eyes. 

Blade rolls his eyes, kicking over the advertisement sign. It flops over before scurrying around the group. Blade pulls out his sword, getting ready to hit the scurrying sign, but Luocha chuckles and stops him before he can pull his sword out. The sign continues to hop and mock Blade before running back to where it was previously.

Luocha hums, brushing his hair off his shoulders, and scans the lively environment. “Penacony is a strange yet interesting place. Perhaps [Y/N] got distracted by the things Penacony has to offer and ended up getting lost. I’m sure they’re fine.”

The large group continues to scour the area of Golden Hour, searching for the one important missing person who is not from their universe. The Penaconians and tourists from all over the galaxy walk past the group, muttering to themselves as they weave through Himeko and the others. Everyone is too immersed in Golden Hour to notice the distress the group is showing. Where in the world are you?

After searching high and low for your whereabouts, everybody is back at square one. Blade sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, wanting nothing more than to leave Penacony and its festive environment. Cars race by, and people are laughing and enjoying the Dreamscape. The environment can be overwhelming for newcomers. Perhaps you feel that way about Penacony and leave the Dreamscape without notifying the others about it.

“How are we sure that [Y/N] is still in the Dreamscape? Perhaps they never step foot in Golden Hour. Have you guys thought about that?” Blade asks, raising his eyebrows at the Astral Express crew.

“Huh, that could be a possibility…” Luka murmurs, stroking his chin. “How can we be sure if [Y/N] entered the Dreamscape?”

March groans loudly, running her hands through her hair, tempted to yank at the roots. “We can’t just keep standing here wondering where they are. We need to look everywhere for them because who knows what could have happened to them if we don’t search every nook and cranny!” March stomps her feet. 

Welt places a comforting hand on March’s shoulder, giving them a light squeeze. “Don’t worry, March. We will find them in no time.”

March sniffles, hugging herself. “How can I not worry about them? There are weird people here, and we can’t trust Sunday or Aventurine to find [Y/N] because they’re weirdos with weird intentions,” March grumbles, wiping the stray tear away.

Himeko walks over to March and pulls her into a hug. March buries her face in Himeko’s shoulders and hugs Himeko tightly. Everyone stands in silence, listening to the live chatter and cars driving in the background. It’s best for everyone to take a break from the search to clear their minds, or else they won’t be able to focus on the search.

Welt is sure that you’re safe somewhere in Penacony. The main issue is finding your exact location, and there is no way to reach out to you or pinpoint your exact location. Wherever you are in Penacony, everyone is determined to find you and bring you back to The Reverie Hotel before anything or anyone can get to you.

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You peek from the cement planter, staring at the monsters in horror. They perk up and look in your direction, only to see nothing of the sort. You hug your knees to your chest, slowly peeking from the corner. When you arrive in Dreamscape, you are greeted with monsters. It wasn’t pleasant in the slightest, and you ran for your life. Of course, because this is your first time in Penacony, you don’t know where you are going, and this is where you end up— hiding behind cement planters, praying for someone to save your ass. 

You reach into your pocket to call for someone, only to come to the realization that it most definitely fell out of your pocket as you’re running for your life. You hear a shout and something falling to the ground. You peek from the corner once again to see a tall man with brown hair kicking the absolute shit out of the mechanical soda dog and other creatures you cannot identify. 

“Goddamn, who is that fine ass man?” You gasp, covering your mouth.

The man adjusts his tie and rubs the back of his neck before yawning into his hands. His right arm is littered with scars, one of the buttons of his shirt looks like it can snap off at any second, and he has bags underneath his eyes. The mysterious man sighs, walking in your direction. You slowly stand up, checking your surroundings for possible monsters lurking nearby. 

“What are you doing out here alone? It’s not safe here,” The man says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You clear your throat. “I, uh, woke up here, actually! The last thing I remember, aside from running for my life, was going into one of those bed, bathtub pods thingy at The Reverie Hotel, and here I am.”

“Hm. So, you never woke up in Golden Hour?” 

You shake your head, earning a sigh in response. “I would contact my friends, but I dropped my phone while running for my life. So, there’s no way for me to contact my friends, unfortunately, and it’s most likely they’re at Golden Hour.”

“Well, since you’re, I’m assuming, new to Penacony, I’ll take you to Dreamjolt Hostelry. From there, I can contact your friends to come and get you.” The man says nonchalantly, gesturing to you to follow him.

You trail behind the tall beefy man, surveying your surroundings. It’s beautiful and also really high up. It’s probably almost as bad as The Reverie Hotel, but it’s outdoors. The man stops in his tracks and looks at you with an amused yet tired look. You stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, wondering why he stopped out of nowhere. 

“Is there a problem?” You ask, worried he might leave you stranded wherever you’re at. 

The man chuckles, shaking his head. “No, no! No problems at all! However, I never got your name. My name’s Gallagher. I’m a security officer for the Bloodhound Family, and you are?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you pretend to look at the beautiful sky. “My name’s [Y/N]! It’s nice to know the name of my savior,” you say, trying to cool yourself down. At a time like this, you still manage to find someone attractive no matter how close you come to death. 

He smirks, “[Y/N], huh? It's good to finally pin a name on that pretty face of yours. Now, follow me.” Gallagher starts walking.

You stare at his back, eyes wide. You fan yourself to get rid of the heat settling on your cheeks, but the more you try to do so, the more your face becomes warmer. You’re okay, and you’re safe— all thanks to the Bloodhound Family’s security officer. 

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Upon arriving at the Dreamjolt Hostelry, Gallagher tells you to make yourself a home, and that is what you do. You sit at the bar, nursing a drink Gallagher made for you— nonalcoholic, of course. Gallagher steps away from the counter to make a phone call to Mr. Yang. As you’re sipping your drink, you hear a soft sigh behind you.

“My, my. You’re over here nursing a drink while your beloved Astral Express family is searching high and low for you.” Aventurine chuckles.

You turn around to see Aventurine, Sunday, and some violet-haired man. Sunday smiles at you, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. You press your lips into a thin line, pushing the drink away. You want to look for Gallagher, but you’re worried that if you turn around, one of them is going to snatch you up before Gallagher can say “SoulGlad.”

The violet-haired man rolls his eyes. “Ignore this bumbling fool. I’m here to inform you that your friends— The Astral Express Crew— are on their way to your location. That Security Officer called to inform them of your whereabouts. Needless to say, they’re relieved to hear that you’re safe and sound and have brought guests along with them.”

You smile at the violet-haired man warily, “Thank you for letting me know, uh…”

“Veritas Ratio— Dr. Ratio.” Dr. Ratio bows politely.

You look at Aventurine, who’s now standing much closer to you. You take a step back and raise your eyebrows at the blond man. Geez, just when you thought you were going to make new friends in Penacony, you ended up being wrong. These men are giving you weird vibes, but not in a good way. It’s such a shame that they’re so pretty. Dr. Ratio, on the other hand, is the lesser of two evils (Sunday and Aventurine).

“If you three are thinking of putting your hands on [Y/N], I highly suggest you don’t, or else you’ll be dealing with something worse than the Astral Crew and their new guests,” Gallagher interjects, now standing beside you.

Sunday exhales through his nostrils, narrowing his eyes at the Security Officer. “And what are you implying exactly, Gallagher? You’re going to be the one to protect them?”

Gallagher shrugs. “I saved and protected them from harm earlier. What makes you think I can’t do it again? Oh, and I wasn’t implying myself,” Gallagher chuckles.

“What are you—”

A deep voice interrupts Aventurine. “WHERE ARE THEY?”

Your heart jumps into your throat, and you peek over Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, and Sunday’s shoulders to see a familiar person storming into the Dreamjolt Hostelry. Your eyes widen, and you look at Gallagher, who shrugs in response.

“Nanook, what are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t come to Penacony.” You squeak. 

The Aeon of Destruction’s glare softens upon seeing you. Nanook walks toward you, pushing past the three men, and grabs you by the waist before hoisting you over his shoulders. Just when Sunday’s about to say something, Nanook glares at the man, causing him to close his mouth and glare at the Aeon of Destruction. Nanook smirks and shakes his head, walking to the entrance of Dream Hostelry. At the entrance stands the Astral Express Crew and new guests from Belobog, the Xianzhou Luofu. Wait, who is that redhead?

“I see the Aeon has made it to them before we did,” The redhead sighs.

You gesture to the redhead, confused, “Who’s this?” You ask.

“My name’s Argenti. I belong to the Knights of Beauty. It’s a pleasure to meet you, [Y/N], despite such circumstances,” Argenti bows, “It’s a relief to see you are safe and unharmed.” 

You awkwardly smile at Argenti, still on Nanook’s shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Argenti! Though, I wish we could’ve met differently.” 

“Yer lucky Gallagher was able to find you. Yer friends were close to putting up missing person’s posters all over Penacony if they didn’t find you by the end of the day.” A man wearing a cowboy hat chuckles, shaking his head.

“And you are…?” You trail off, suddenly feeling drained from the introductions. How many people have you met today? Aventurine, Argenti, Dr. Ratio, Robin, Sunday, Gallagher.

The cyborg cowboy tips his hat forward, winking at you. “The name’s Boothill. A pleasure to be at  your service, Mx. [Y/N].”

Himeko chuckles. “Alright, everyone! That is enough for today! I’m sure all of you can introduce yourselves to [Y/N] back at The Reverie Hotel (Reality). Poor [Y/N] probably feels drained from today and needs rest, isn’t that right?” Himeko looks at you. 

Nanook shakes his head. “We will be returning to the Astral Express, which is much safer for them. They can return to Penacony whenever, but I do not want them staying at the hotel.” Nanook states, glaring over at Aventurine, Sunday, and Dr. Ratio. 

Before anyone can interject, Nanook walks away with you still over his shoulders. You lay limp on Nanook’s shoulders, closing your eyes. You can’t wait to return to reality. Being chased by unknown creatures of Penacony sure did a number on you. You can’t wait to relax and sleep on a real bed with Nanook at the Astral Express. 

Note: Now that I got that out of the way, I am finally free!! I had this idea on my mind for a while and it was driving me crazy. I don't really like how this fic turned out, to be honest. Lowkey tempted not to post this, but I'll post it anyway since it's been a while. Next week's fic will not be Isekai'd!Reader fanfics for both Genshin and HSR. It'll be a commissioned fanfic instead, so that's going to be different. I'm going to try to post two fics a week in the future, but idk when. Anyway! To all my new and returning readers, keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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[theslackeree]

Reqjest me pls

can someone reqeuest me to write smth currently writing for hsr BTW!!! Anyone can request js make sure it has no minors in it...im not a weirdo (unless u want a minor reader or minor character platonic relationship with a minor character then sure!!)

And no sensitive topics like SA, 🍇, Sl@v3ry, 1nc3st, p3d0ph1li4, etc. Thought Im fine with yall requesting heavy topics liek gore and death, abuse (not characters abusing but more like traumatic past) trauma inducing stuff ig

I take reader x canon and canon x canon btw!! No OC x canon though...

Taking requests for both fem and male reader, and for both genders of hsr characters!

Any requests...plz....someone....

[falling-star-cygnus]

i am once again in the throes of art block and accepting requests if y'all could be so kind 😭

whether it be analysis posts on characters or media, headcanons fanfics, or fanart- i am BEGGING for ideas -> i won't do anything related to proships though.

[platypusundercover]

[T] Daisy - Chapter 5 (Final)

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“Hey, let’s ride back there together. I uh- I need something looked at back at the shop.”

He didn’t. He just didn’t want to leave yet. Not again. He did it once because of despair. Twice because of stupidity. Not anymore. He even had the amazing idea yesterday to mess with one of his components on purpose to have a reason to go back to the shop. Very smart. He didn’t end up doing it, but the fact that he really considered, had him rethinking his decisions. He had told himself she was fine without him, and she was. But aeons was he a weak, selfish man.

-Boothill and Clementine are stuck together for hours while traveling back. What better time to finally speak of what has been left unsaid for too long?-

Updated Word Count : ~ 13.7k

[scarletwritesshit]

🪞 Robin x Argenti 🪞 Beauty Marks

"Robin," Argenti said, "I would like your assistance with some cosmetic work this fine afternoon."

"You want me to do your makeup for you again?" Robin asked, enthusiastically.

"Something of the sort. Specifically, I am requesting for you to cover up a few imperfections on my body."

"Imperfections? Whatever do you mean?"

"If you may permit me to strip my body of all armor, I can further elaborate."

Robin got up from her chair and closed the door leading into the studio. Once she gave him the go-ahead, Argenti began to disassemble his armor, one hefty piece at a time. It was intricately secured together and assembled in such a precise manner, but this was something that Argenti has done time and again. He did it with such ease and grace, that Robin was almost convinced that she could just as easily do it herself.

Once all of the heavy armor was dropped to his feet, it became more evident how muscular Argenti’s body truly was. Even for a dignified lady like Robin, the sight of his toned muscles free of the armor had her on the verge of drooling. This wasn’t exactly something she had thought through completely. Robin’s face was turning red, to the point that looking at him proved to be quite the difficult task. His back was turned, so he wouldn’t notice if Robin averted her gaze, but that did not solve the problem of her needing to look directly at him to properly apply the makeup.

Robin was making this out to be far more scandalous than it really was. But she couldn’t help it. It’s reasonable to think that any girl would lose herself at the sight of a gorgeous well-built man.

Argenti stripped down to his underwear, but refused to go any further. Naturally, Robin was beyond flustered at such a sight, but she had to brave her personal feelings to assist him with his requests. He sat down on the cushioned stool, and the only thing out of the ordinary that she could notice was the scars covering his body. Lots of scars, in fact. For a knight, this was to be expected, however.

Argenti sat quietly as Robin continued to look for this "flaw" that he was talking about. She lifted up his long, crimson hair, but all she could see was more signs of past injury. A large scar ran down most of his back, and his arms and legs were covered in particularly large ones as well. Argenti’s torso was broadly covered as well, and Robin couldn’t help but wonder how he was still alive, given the apparent severity of these injuries.

She took a step back and looked at Argenti as a whole. His well-maintained facial complexion was a stark contrast to his banged-up body, but the question still remained as to what Argenti claimed was so wrong.

"Argenti," Robin said, "what exactly is it that you wanted me to patch up?"

"Is it not obvious to the naked eye?" Argenti asked, confused. "The entirety of my body is covered in foul scarring."

"How is that an imperfection? You’re a knight, that’s to be expected."

"Imperfect, in the eyes of the Beauty. How am I supposed to uphold my own values if I cannot even stay true to my own word?

"You’ve said to countless people with imperfections of all kinds that they are beautiful. Why wouldn’t you be yourself?"

"My body bears the ugly stain of never-ending conflict. This armor of mine but a masquerade of what filth truly lies beneath,” Argenti said, glancing down at his armor on the floor.

"...Wounds aren’t a sign of imperfection," Robin said, "You got them for a noble cause… I’d argue that they’re just the opposite of ugly."

"Idrila would have to argue against the case of a mortal, as I am but a blemish hiding beneath a noble disguise."

"Idrila would think you’re beautiful. I think you’re beautiful. There’s nothing more beautiful than a man who goes to such lengths to stand up for his ideals.”

"How I wish I could believe you," Argenti said with a sigh, "I desire to have a heart as pure as yours, where you do not see anything wrong with what lies before you."

Robin took ahold of one of Argenti’s hands. They were well maintained, yet were calloused and worn from the work of a knight. She held his large hand in her palm and stroked the top of it with her other hand, gently feeling every little bump and scar.

"You really don’t think you’re beautiful?" Robin asked.

"I am aware of enough of my deeply rooted faults that I cannot claim to be a beautiful soul. My physical appearance beneath my armor should be enough to suggest this," Argenti said.

"You’re crazy. You think I’m beautiful, right?"

"Absolutely, my lady."

Robin gently laid his hand down on his thigh. She then unclasped her choker and placed it on the table to the side of her. Argenti watched with curiosity, unsure of exactly what she was doing. Then, she turned to her side and pointed to a spot on her neck.

That’s when he saw a round blemish, unknown to the eye blinded by her choker.

"Does this make me any less beautiful?" Robin asked.

"N-no, not at all, my lady."

"See? I was shot in the throat and barely survived. Does that tarnish my value as a person? Absolutely not.”

She leaned in towards Argenti and gently ran her hand along the large scars on his chest and shoulders. He took a deep breath and sat as still as he could, resisting the temptation to sink into her touch.

"Same applies to you."

"...You flatter me. Truly."

"I don’t speak words of flattery, only words of truth. Idrila would be proud of you, Argenti. For upholding the ideals of your path ever so diligently."

"You believe that, despite everything?"

"A bullet through my neck doesn’t change anything, no? A couple of whacks on your body doesn’t make you any less beautiful. Personally, I think that just the opposite is the case here."

Argenti’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Physical flaws don’t matter in the eyes of true beauty. Thats what you say yourself," Robin said, taking a step back from him.

"Using my own words against me. What a clever young lady you are," Argenti said with a laugh.

Robin proudly huffed. "Whatever it takes. With that being said, I’m not doing any work on your bodily 'imperfections.' Because you have none."

"If you are truly insistent, who am I to deny your verdict?" he said, standing up.

Ah. That’s right. Argenti was a huge man, and he towered nearly an entire foot over Robin. And he still had yet to dress himself into his armor. Which meant that now stood a gorgeous, shirtless man directly in front of Robin.

She was doing so good, focusing hard to take the utmost care of surveying his body. And now she just stood there, flustered and frozen in awe.

While Robin was standing in place, Argenti took this as a chance for him to wrap his arms around her from the back and nuzzle gently into her neck. So now she had an incredibly gorgeous shirtless guy holding her close. What a truly wonderful predicament.

"I apologize for not being aware of your past injury," Argenti said, "I, by no means, meant any disrespect to you."

"Ahh. n-n-n-no it’s fine! Really!" Robin stammered.

"Am I causing discomfort to you, love?" Argenti asked, cautiously leaning away.

"No! You’re fine! More than fine, in fact!"

If Robin was awestruck at Argenti’s beauty when he was fully clothed, she certainly couldn’t handle him with almost nothing on. And the fact that he was so close against her body, muscular arms wrapped around her and his face against her neck had her feeling like she was going to self-destruct like a bomb of happiness and embarrassment.

"May I?" Argenti asked, nudging against her neck gently.

"Y...es! Yes you may!"

With her direct consent, Argenti softly placed a kiss on the side of her neck where the bullet wound was.

If she wasn’t so flustered, she would reciprocate, giving attention to each and every scar on Argenti’s body. That, however, would have to wait for a future in which she could look at Argenti without completely melting into a puddle within his presence.

[alekthefox]

"Powerless" AU

(HSR prompt)

Imagine all magic vanishing slowly across the cosmos, leaving people to strife with enemies and each other using only technology and weaponry.

What if the Aeons never accepted a pathstrider again? What if Aeons took back the eminators' gifts of powers? What if pathstriders started getting weaker until their powers were null? What would be the cause? Would people lose faith and stray? (I'm not talking about you, Argenti. Bless your soul.)

And what if the trailblazer was the only one left? Due to the harnessing of a stellaron itself.(I'm aware that's not how it works) What if Elio had predicted it and therefore sent them to the Space Station for Kafka to give the vessel a stellaron? How would the world change? (This paragraph can be ignored in favour of focusing on other characters and frankly a lack of logic about the stellaron)

Use this AU idea freely and you may change things though I would appreciate recognition for the idea. :) OH AND TAG ME PLEASE I WANNA SEE IT?

[crash-tube-the-seawing]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), My Little Pony Generation 4: Friendship Is Magic (Cartoon 2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Argenti/Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail), Applejack/Rarity (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Argenti & Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail), Argenti (Honkai: Star Rail), Rarity (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Applejack (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) Additional Tags: Established Rarity/Applejack, Crack treated (somewhat) seriously, Wormhole Shenanigans, Pining, Boot and Genti get isekai'd into My Little Pony, Genti and Boot have to find a way to get home, Boothill Can't Swear (Honkai: Star Rail), AJ and Rare become wingponies of sorts, Isekai and Transmigration, Possibly OOC, Argenthill and Rarijack are too alike, I had to make them meet, How do you write a Southern accent?, Pining Boothill (Honkai: Star Rail), Crack and Angst, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Still reeling from falling through the wormhole, Boothill and Argenti find themselves in a strange new world. Their forms have changed as well, into what Boothill can only describe as forms of the equine variety, with Argenti sporting a horn in addition to the new form. While exploring this strange land they bump into two locals, who may have the answers to how to get them back.

Here is the Argenthill and Rarijack fic

[sugawarassoccerlover]

I have a WIP Sunday-centric fic that currently has two chapters, and would appreciate it if y'all gave it a read and some kudos. I will make Sunday happy myself if Hoyo won't. It's a Sunti fic as well :)

[soartfullydone]

Title: The Unforgivable Thing

Characters: Lemuel Adelier, William Argenti Sr., Bastion Winalils

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

In which Lemuel learns at last where he fits into the schemes of a certain Silver politician and has his faith brutally tested.

My submission to Winner of the latest 2023 Unsounded Fanworks Contest - Fanfiction Portion. Hope you all enjoy it! My only regret is that I couldn't include Quigley in it to complete my beloved quartet of terrible men!

Edit: Thank you to everyone who read, voted, and participated! The bastard men and I are all incredibly moved!

[trailblazethegalaxy]

Recommendation Masterlist

Honkai: Star Rail

Argenti

Arlan

Blade

Boothill

Dan Heng

Gallagher

Gepard Landau

Jing Yuan

Luka

Luocha

Sampo Koski

Varitas Ratio

Welt Yang

[skriblobz]

BEAUTIFUL.

♡ — argenti x boothill.

genre: flufferz

warning: nothing!! enjoy yoselfs :3

wc: 600

a/n: i just feel like that there isn't much dialogues for them, im sorry im blanked out of my mind bro but i love argenthill, we love argenthill, argenthill is real. also im really shit at ending fanfics. please spare me 🙏🏼

p.s: I LOVE GUNS AND ROSES BARKBARKBAKRBAKRBAKRK IM SO NORMAL OVER THEM SJFHDHSKCJFNEKGAGAAHHHHH

“rosey?” the cowboy called out to the knight, who then turned around to look at him.

“yes, my dear ranger? is there something you need help with?”

boothill stood there for a moment, looking into argenti's beautiful eyes and getting lost in them for a bit before he felt completely nervous about what he's about to ask.

the ranger has always had this one question running around in his head, and he's simply unsure if he should ask regarding it.

but he went with it either way.

he cleared his throat and looked at the bullet storage on his forearm for a moment before he finally spoke up.

“does this.. metal body of mine look.. disgustin' to ya..?”

argenti's eyes widened slightly when he heard such words. he'd never expect that someone like him would ask such a thing.

no, the knight thought. in his eyes, boothill was never hideous. to him, boothill's beauty was as worthy of the beauty of idrila.

“disgusting? oh my silver cowboy, i think you've mistaken. i don't believe you look as horrible as you think you are,” he said with a gentle smile, walking towards the other in gentle steps while his armor kept clanking quietly.

the cowboy stayed in place, watching the knight's movements as they stood in a respectful distance from each other, glancing into each other's eyes.

argenti kept that smile, admiring boothill from head to toe before he added,

“i think you look beautiful..”

then, there was just awkward silence. they both just stared before boothill started reacting, his face a crimson red in colour.

“well, forkin' hell, you don't got to word it like that!” boothill said in embarrassment, looking away from argenti to hide his blush. but he failed since argenti already noticed it.

argenti chuckled softly, taking one of boothill's hands gently. his touch was soft, gentle and caring, even for the metal bodied cyborg.

“well, my dearest boothill, whatever you think about yourself is far from what i think about you. i think you look like the most.. what can i say now? the most gorgeous person that has ever set foot onto this planet,” argenti said in almost a whisper, looking into boothill's eyes with a loving and admiring gaze.

meanwhile boothill, he just felt.. flustered. he barely knew what to say at his compliment. the both of them just stood there in utter silence before boothill pulled his hand away, his cheeks getting warmer.

the knight let out a soft and quiet laughter at his action, making the cowboy look back at him with a mocking scowl. the sight that boothill saw in front of him, what he was hearing.

argenti's gentle smile, laughter, way of complimenting people, everything.. it gave him a sense of warmth. warmth that he'd longed to have after the loss of his family.

especially his sweet daughter, clementine.

he just stared at the other for a minute or two, a soft smirk slowly crossing his face the more he kept admiring him silently. with a silent voice, he whispered to himself, tipping his hat to cover half of his face.

“you're one fine lookin' treasure..”

“what did you say, boothill?” he asked before the cowboy looked away again, covering his face completely with his hat to hide his visible blush as he immediately walked away.

“nothin', argenti!”

boothill sighed to himself behind his hat, slowly lowering it with his back still facing argenti before he whispered really quietly this time to make sure he doesn't hear it, smiling shyly to himself.

“you're forkin' beautiful too, rosey.. you're just.. beautiful..”

[galaxyalphawolf]

Haii can yoy pleasw do Argenti × apple? I love your works :3 ❤️

I'd like to thank you a lot for ur support :D it means so much (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Argenti x apple

Argenti, knight of beauty, a noble soul Committed devoutly to finding Idrila, the aeon of beauty. His eyes find charm in all that is present in the seemingly never-ending universe he roams in his search for THEM.

Among all beauties Argenti had the honor of laying his striking green eyes upon, one stands out.

It was an apple, different from any other apple Argenti had ever consumed. Its brilliant, thin peel shone in a ruby colour as a precious gem. "What a wonderful fruit you are," Argenti reminisces the words he uttered yearningly to the apple. "Such freshness would be enough to make one feel as if one is being splashed cold sea water by smiley dolphins, wrapped in lemon flavored rainbows." He added, shortly before sinking his pearly-white teeth into the flesh of the fruit.

Sweet as honey, crisp, and overflowing with juices. Argenti is certain, that in that very moment of eating the apple, he discovered the full beauty of it. The outside, although shiny, is but a shell containing the real treasure- the inside of the apple. Its unmatched, incredibly tasty cream coloured inside was the apple's true self.

To this day, Argenti thinks about that apple, thanking it in his heart for the precious lesson it taught him and the delicious snack it served as.

~The end~

But like I personally think apples suck :P

[elixrr]

ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ! ☆ ʜᴏʏᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɴ¡

ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

ꜰᴛ: Xiao, Wriothesley, Lyney, Dan Heng, Argenti, Blade.

ꜱʏɴᴘᴏꜱɪꜱ: Headcanons about their cuddles with you!

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I considered adding Alhaitham into the mix, but I figured that I didn't know his character well enough for his part to be accurate and good. Apologies to all of the Alhaitham fans! Also, new format for my fanfiction posts, inspired by many creators! (Namely iheartganyu)

ᴘꜱ: pretty little spoiler warning if you haven't caught up with anything in either game 😭😭

✰ xiao ✰

— An adeptus of Liyue, the Vigilant Yaksha. It's easy to guess that cuddles with him are rare. Mostly due to his job, but he's too... awkward. Xiao has been touch-starved for the great majority of his life, so it's easy to assume that he's inexperienced, much to his dismay.

Don't get me wrong. He'd love to cuddle more often, but— while inexperience is one part of it, Xiao is ultimately insecure. He strongly believes that he's tainted. He believes that he's a disgusting, vile creature that lives only to slaughter, but he thinks of you as an angel. Xiao thinks that too many cuddles would taint you, alongside the fact that he worries about his Karmic Debt situation.

Nevertheless, when you do convince him to cuddle with you, he'll be awkward at first; hesitant to put his arm here, overthinking how he put his hand there, etc., etc. He doesn't emit much body warmth, but he finds you to be really cozy and warm to the touch, thus finding comfort in the closeness once he moves past the insecurities and hesitation. By the way, unless you like to initiate and contribute to conversations, most of the cuddles will be in comfortable silence, excluding the occasional comment about the scenery or compliments about each other.

Xiao would cuddle on the condition that it's in a secluded area and nobody else is present except for you and him. He'd prefer to book a bedroom at Wangshu Inn, but if not, then he'd prefer to cuddle on the rooftop of the inn, late at night when the stars shine from the heaven-blessed galaxies, the subtle natural light kissing your features to give him a little bit of an extra view. He doesn't think too much about how he looks to you, but he could only hope that he's at least bearable to look at. (Which he very much is.)

☆ wriothesley ☆

— He's so touchy and extra cuddly that sometimes that extra cuddly can be too extra, resulting in a near impossible mission to get out of bed in time for you to even get ready. Wriothesley loves holding you close to him. You're his love, and so he wants to treat you like it, but sometimes cuddles can transform into something a little bit more than just a cozy night, wrapping one's arms around the other.

Speaking of, good luck to you if you prefer being the big spoon, because you can't be the big spoon anymore. Wriothesley will always be the one to hold you, always the one to just wrap his arms around you and cherish you like never before. As previously mentioned, you're his lover, and he wants to treat you like it! Wriothesley wants to make you feel special, like you're the most important person in his life, so he'll do his best to give you that.

Also, I feel as though he'd whisper to you a lot. Even if there's no need to be quiet, he finds it intimate to just lean in and whisper compliments in your ear while holding you close. It doesn't matter what situation you're in; it doesn't matter where you guys are, even if you're talking about your day or the constellations in the skies above, he'll interrupt you, lean in close and just say something about your eyes, maybe your clothes, but preferably your lips.

Wriothesley would also love kissing you at random whenever you cuddle. Not to say he doesn't already do that outside of cuddles, but it's just, to him, you look amazing. You look cute, and why wouldn't he kiss you when you're his gracious lover? He hopes that he doesn't go overboard and accidentally make you uncomfortable, but at the same time, he knows you enjoy it— that smile on your face every time he pecks a kiss on your nose or cheek tells him everything he needs to know.

Before I forget, he doesn't prefer cuddles during any time of the day, but given his job, it's mainly during his afternoon tea breaks, and 100% at night in bed with you. To be honest, if he could, he'd take a full day off just to hold you tight and spend the day with you, wrapped like burritos in a blanket and sipping the day away with refreshments and love.

Some day, he might as well do just that.

☆ lyney ☆

— If it weren't for his job as a magician and as part of the fatui, he wouldn't let go of you. When Lyney can, he clings to you like a lost child who had finally found their parent in a big city. He holds your waist with one hand and performs little magic tricks with the other to impress you. Lyney's a very clingy, touchy lover.

When cuddling, he loves getting super close to the point where there's almost no space between the two of you. But on the occasion, he'll snuggle so close that it's basically just a tight hug—the only difference is that you're both lying down. The only times he isn't super, mega close to you, is when he's making rainbow roses appear randomly around your body. Most of the time, it's all fun and innocent, but other times, Lyney enjoys the look on your face when he does something quite bold.

Also, Lyney's very talkative while cuddling. Even in moments of relaxation, he'll take the time to just stare at you, even if he can't get the full view because of the ungodly lack of space, Lyney will look at you and start complimenting you. He loves you so much, and that's another huge way to show it. He's a romantic kind of guy. If there's a way to show his affection, he will take and use that way to show his affection. He loves your smile; he loves it when you blush, and it slowly grows more evident by the second because he starts to blush, too. Also, Lyney would immediately just hold you more at the sight of your reaction.

Nevertheless, his need to be close can change. Whenever he's out on a mission given by Arlecchino— more specifically, an assassination mission— you won't see him for a good three days. Even when the mission's complete, he'd want to seek out your love, comfort, and affection, but he stops himself. Lyney believes that his hands are still painted with the blood of the murdered, no matter how many times he washes or scrubs them, he'll still see the visible darkening red blood stains. There's no way he's even going near you with those kinds of sins straight on his body. It's sad, and you might have to seek him out yourself if he doesn't show up for the next few days. When you do find him, the moment he sees you is when that wall of guilt shatters, and he nearly breaks down seeing you again. Seeing you every day made him used to you, and just a few days of deprivation made him feel miserable. The simple, mere sight of you had him almost sobbing, running back to you and holding you tight, finally reunited with the one he loves most.

Were he not guilty of association with the fatui, he wouldn't have ever needed or wanted to let go.

☆ dan heng☆

— Blushing little mess. He's never a fan of PDA, so even when he does want to hold you outside of his or your room, he doesn't. Hence why the moment you both enter the private space of a hotel room or a bedroom, Dan Heng takes your hand and leads you to the bed for cuddles. He loves them, really, but he's a flustered mess of a lover because of how embarrassed he felt about being so clingy.

He's a big spoon, too, so he holds you close to him while cuddling. He likes the closeness, but he hates how visibly red his face gets, so he buries his face into your shoulder to hide. Sometimes, he just lays there listening to you or simply calming down in silence, but he does like hearing your voice before bed. It helps him sleep, and it somehow prevents nightmares of Blade. Quick note, your comfort and warmth make him feel safe through the night, and you accompany him when he'd usually be alone, either on his phone or reading a book.

PS: Dan Heng prefers to sleep in your room and/or in a hotel room because your bed and the hotel's provided beds are much more comfortable than a sleeping bag. He loves wrapping a blanket around the two of you and holding you like that. He says it's so you both get an even amount of warmth, and neither of you takes more of the blanket than the other, but he really does it because he feels a bit closer to you.

In his Imbibitor Lunae form, sleeping with him gets a bit harder, simply because he finds it harder to control himself. But when he can control himself, he'll let you run your fingers through his long hair, maybe even letting you touch his horns. Still, he doesn't allow the latter too often for reasons left unsaid. Anyway, he dislikes using this form because of how it reminds him of his former's past. He feels as though he's trapped in the memories and sin that are not his own. Yet, you make him feel comfortable in his own skin. He feels free with you; he feels alive, and he loves you for your ability to make him feel that way. Dan Heng will do everything in his ability to make you feel the same way.

And he likely already has.

☆ argenti ☆

— The most proper and romantic. Compliments littered across your entire figure, his hand in yours kissing your knuckles constantly with the addition of the most rosey and romantic sweet nothings. Argenti is old-fashioned and the most romantic, as he believes that this is the only way to live for his adored Aeon. The most comment compliment you'd hear between kisses is, “you're the most exquisite person in my world,” and Argenti would always wink with his compliments. Sometimes, it's wonderful to be the subject of his rose-colored words, but other times, it gets old; you become slightly lovesick.

The solution to that is conversation while holding each other in bed, or perhaps it's simply ushering Argenti to cuddle with you beneath the stars at night. It's beautiful to see the galaxy in its brightest moments, hovering from the dark skies. Argenti would silently pray to his Aeon, thanking her profusely for letting him see this wonderful view in person.

Still. You are his lover, and sometimes the weight of fear and trauma gets to him. Argenti often looks to you to confide in, and usually, nights like these are rarely cuddle nights, but sometimes, when it gets bad, you'll hold him in the night while he talks about his past— the wars, the music, the old friends, the worries— and how terrifying it can be if he would succumb to the same fate as his once so honorable friend. In exchange for your comfort, he holds you close and vows to protect you in your dreams and from the moment you wake to the moment you sleep again.

Argenti prefers to cuddle in bed, during a picnic, or beneath the stars. He seldom makes exceptions for heavy PDA, but when it comes to cuddling in public, even if there are people around during the day or at night, if it's stargazing or a picnic, he doesn't care as much. He'll smile, his eyes set only on you, not the eyes that may linger on your cuddles.

He doesn't care enough to look at anyone else, not when the embodiment of beauty lays right by him.

☆ blade ☆

— He's cautious. Blade's name takes after his weapon, and though he himself is not a sword, he still worries that he'll hurt you through cuddles. Blade is marastruck, and if it starts to get to him, he's terrified that it'll strike you, too. He admires death and the concept of it, but for you to die and for him to live with that? Impossible.

Anyway, convincing him is still 100% doable. When you do cuddle with him, he holds you with hesitation and care. He doesn't show it, as he masks his emotions with lips pursed to a line, but he feels relief. He feels happy, even, but he can't really tell. The Mara has calmed, and he can catch a break from the trauma. Something worth noting: Blade's trauma might cause him to cling to you, holding you close for comfort and reassurance— but that's only when he finds himself to be desperate for your love and affection. It's the one thing that keeps him together; your smile alone can mend all of his wounds, physical or not.

That can happen at any time of the day, but he'll typically seek you out at night. Blade will— without a spoken word— hug you from behind with a sigh of relief, and he'll take you to the nearest spot with the most privacy, and he'll hold you tight once more without a sign of letting you go. He loves you, and without even saying that he does, you already have all the evidence you need to conclude that he does. Holding you feels like heaven, in Blade's eyes. Once he gets past his fears of hurting you, he'll wrap his arms around your waist, but if he cuddles with you from behind, he'll wrap his arms beneath your chest, all with a sigh of relief and the tiniest hint of a smile.

The two of you cuddling is cute, so cute that Silver Wolf just had to stream it and broadcast one of your cuddle sessions to all of the other Stellaron Hunters.

Of course, you and Blade will never cuddle near any of the Stellaron Hunters ever again after that.